Well, it was a mixed bag for me, but I thought the performances were excellent, especially Mia Farrow's. Purple Rose of Cairo and Radio Days are two of my all-time favorite films, and to hear her voice live was kind of a thrill. It's SO expressive; all the tremors and quivers are exquisite.
Dennehy does nice work as well, but for me it was all about Mia.
Now diva worship aside, the rest is a different manner. As one of my friends said afterward, it felt very much like a benefit performance rather than a staged play. I mean, it simply isn't staged. They sit in two chairs at a table, script in hand. (I realize this is how the play is usually performed, but even if they had been a little more off book it would have been nice.)
To expect people to pay full Broadway prices to watch two actors, no matter how wonderful they may be, read a play at table for 90 minutes is absurd.
PS- Whenever I hear this title, Inga Swenson always pops up in my head singing, "Letters, letters, I do love letters!" Anyone else suffer from the same (happy) affliction?
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!